The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 55

After uttering those words, Madelyn dashed up the stairs in a hurry.

However, within just half a minute, a piercing scream erupted from upstairs, “Ah!”

Zach glanced upward, instantly surmising that Madelyn had likely taken quite a nasty fall, given the intensity of the scream.

Clad in his black striped pajamas, Zach exuded an even icier and more ominous aura than before. His hand shot out, gripping Jasmine’s hair tightly. “You’re so desperate for male attention, huh? Well, next time, I won’t mind bringing a few more men to keep you entertained.”

feeling the tingling sensation in her scalp. Her eyes betrayed no signs of intoxication; they were clear and alert. “Zach Jardin, are you serious? Let go of me! It hurts! “She clutched onto Zach’s hand, carefully observing his expression. It was evident that he was genuinely

to use your filthy body to do that again, I’ll

pupils dilating. But in the next second, she let out a desolate laugh. “Alright… But

neck, his gaze icy and predatory. He grabbed the still disoriented Jasmine from the floor and carried her toward the bedroom, closing the door with his foot. Then he turned on the faucet in the bathroom, pressing her head

awful day. Just moments ago, she had stumbled on the stairs on

ankle with cold water, finding a brief respite under the refreshing stream. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she decided to take a quick shower. Limping slightly, she emerged from the bathroom, clad in a nightgown adorned with a cute strawberry print. Using a hair clip, she pinned up her damp strands, which clung softly to her neck, a few droplets of water glistening delicately.

some muscle rub to her aching ankle. She was grateful that she had brought it upstairs earlier, the room now carrying the scent of the soothing balm. After setting the bottle down on the bedside table, she

a few tissues to wipe her

close to eleven o’clock. It was rare for her to stay up past that time. Moreover, the few hours of intensive dance practice had left her exhausted. Hence, he nestled into her pillow and succumbed to the

to whisper gently, accompanied by the melodic chirping of cicadas. In the early hours of the morning, the distinct sound of a key turning in the